Load B - Rebellion lyrics
rate meToo many of us pouting in this motherfucker
Too many of us bouncing, we bouncing off
Too many of us want it in this motherfucker
And they be gang leader and they rebel, yeah
Too many of us whiling in this motherfucker
Too many of us bouncing, we bouncing off
Too many of us pouting in this motherfucker
And they be gang leader and they rebel, yeah
I bet these niggas talking like they some of that
I saw me winning, shorty you be unprepared
Cherry red, chocolate to the back of my locomotive
Fucking locomotive, the pride, go push and blowing
We going out with a bang like a dotted shot in the pulo
If I get in the head, mami be giving me mucho
Said you got two birds with one stone , boy that sound like drug talk
Please pardon me for such doubts, no harm except your bitch and me
So I don’t fit in that flesh with every ring
I got Pradas I probably paid for but in the meantime I’m living like fucking made up religion
Code of addiction, dedication, no fucking decisions dependent on fucking pending
Screaming fuck your …
But watch it hoe, you pissing, so the minute you doubted the real DaVincis
Our drugs and a load of bitches and difference, we’re soaked in a happy ending
Bound for hell but the burns will remind us the show is living
Ain’t no point in praying for me, ain’t asking for no forgiveness
Seen a picture of me yakking, goddamn it, I’m folded…
A molly toss busting through windows of your city
Reading my new ID, new clips, fight for q tips if they move zips
Shared on the P he’ll leave that stank on you
Outcast you when they smell that aroma
Fucking your bitch hoping she true, hopping your crib, drinking your juice
Eating your food, just me and my crew, doing what the fuck we do
Glock, no X, toxic pill, drinking ‘fore these popping pills
Fuck copy, please, cases disappear like cop a feel
Bad ass, bike boy, at us, right boy, at us, me ain’t know
Follow, fills, and back to charging 7, 50 for an O
Hundred time be a hundred D, hundred grams keep hundred deep
We run around, we flood the driveway, all that work, they fronting me
That money going brr, that pistol going brrrat
Only fakes to fakes, we only talking on the jet
Designer drugs in designer jeans, digital scales, … you know the finer things
I’m on that block, my side a cat, bubbles in this sock
If you don’t know the slang you ain’t be hustling a lot
I’m discussing, giving word to my younger cousin
I hit my rations, tell him I need another dozen, black gold
It’s a dope boy rebellion, it’s a dope boy
It’s a dope boy rebellion, it’s a dope boy
It’s a dope boy rebellion, it’s a dope boy
It’s a dope boy rebellion, so what the fuck you saying?
Too many of us pouting in this motherfucker
Too many of us bouncing, we bouncing off
Too many of us want it in this motherfucker
And they be gang leader and they rebel, yeah
Too many of us whiling in this motherfucker
Too many of us bouncing, we bouncing off
Too many of us pouting in this motherfucker
And they be gang leader and they rebel, yeah
